The
moon
Lights
the sky
A
half-frosted
Chocolate
cake.
Wicker
against
Bare
shins,
Bone
against brick.
I
sat poised
with
notebook,
work
the slippery
print
of gel pen
into
a flurry
of
fuzzy firefly,
blood-drop
of
mosquito.
I
want most
To
commemorate
Something,
Become
something
Outside
myself
For
a while
But
tonight
The
java has
Turned
my brain
Into
skittish text,
Uncomprehensible.
The
cars spin
Across
the highway,
bright-eyed and
soft moth-winged,
soft moth-winged,
Voiceless
and noisy.
I
am hungry
For
wine and pretzels,
For
soft hands
And
strawberry lotion,
for classic music,
someone else's
face to fall into.
for classic music,
someone else's
face to fall into.
Right
now
There’s
only me
And
the quiet sounds
Unseen
things
Alive
in the grass,
Unsaid
words
Thrown
across
The
porch like
Friendless
widows
And
my candles
Are
burning into
A
spiderweb mass
Of
melted wax.
I
need to sleep,
I
need to keep
Reading
about the
Magic
lives of
Girls
in the
Chick
lit novels.
I
need to spin
The
wheels of thread
For
my daughter's dress,
The
oven clock
Is
ticking like
A
death perch
Across
the upcoming
Day
and all I really
Want
right now
Is
to turn
this
piece of town
Into
a train-station,
A
parkway,
A
piece of sky
With
too many
Hanging
moons
To
ever count,
To
be in the vast,
Sparkling,
timeless
Innuendo
of too
Many
disappearing
Pieces
of starlight
To
ever again feel
Such
a thing
As
2am loneliness,
The
sun rising
Across
sleepless eyes,
Biscuits
burning,
The
surprise of
Someone
else leaving,
Taillights
fading
Into the dark
On
a night
Not
unlike this one.
written for a prompt at dVerse.
Ahh the 2am loneliness and longing for pretzels and wine...I really loved this poem :)
ReplyDeleteyou portrayed this loneliness well. hope someday soon you will ...have a face to fall into.
ReplyDeletebut until then enjoy option B...'being' and your daughter.
be joyful of having...'just enough':
gracias for sharing
I love the moment's reflection but the one that got me is the imagery of the moon as a half frosted chocolate cake ~ Thanks for sharing your beautiful words ~ Have a good week ~
ReplyDeleteOh, Stacy. This left me breathless. You are so very gifted.
ReplyDeleteThese sections were particularly powerful for me:
"The moon
Lights the sky
A half-frosted
Chocolate cake.
Wicker against
Bare shins,
Bone against brick."
"I want most
To commemorate
Something" (with emphasis on "SOMEthing" ... anything at all, really; just be be noteworthy)
"Voiceless and noisy" (This is so strong. You can blabber on all day long and still not use your true "voice," you know?)
"someone else's
face to fall into" (Wow!)
"Unsaid words
Thrown across
The porch like
Friendless widows" (This blew my mind. Your brain is AMAZING.)
"I need to sleep,
I need to keep" (Excellent slight switch from "sleep" to "keep.")
"For my daughters dress" (This should say, "For my daughter's dress" [with an apostrophe])
"Innuendo of too" (great line break)
"Into a the dark" (You need to delete the extra "a.")
Excellent work, Stacy.
thank you so much. i once heard that when editing, you should read the words out loud. perhaps i'll try that!
Deleteso happy you enjoyed the poem, i'm honored by the commentary to you favorite lines....i wrote this poem so quickly, it sort of just wrote itself. i'm surprised it turned out so well.
The emptiness in this is so very loud..and yet here it is shared and is something...like it's creator...
ReplyDeleteFelt like God during the creation. The details impress!
ReplyDeleteSuperbly done. I'm glad to be back - yours was one of the few I missed in my absence, Stacy!
ReplyDeleteWell. I've no fault with your poem.......we all miss the odd apostrophe and a word to many - with no need of correction, as we adapted to understand anyhow. Creativeness must be fluent and not stunted by overpowering thoughts of grammar as you go along. It's better to rectify at proofreading after.
Excuse me for prattling on but I get miffed sometimes when I see comments making you aware of simple little slip up's....not the end of the world, is it?
Sorry. I worked for a publishing company for a number of years. It's just a habit, and I meant to be helpful. I apologize for the offense.
Deleteaw, helena, i'm so happy to hear you say that. it's elating (to say the least) to know that someone truly enjoys reading your work.
Deletethank you so, so, so much for your kind words and for stopping by. i've totally missed your blog too, you make me chuckle, even on my bad days. i'll have to drop by today for a languishing read!
There are so many things to love with this poem. Never can a sense of loss be harsher than at 2am, never can we see the details of relentless wheels.. lonely in a crowd.. are there fireflies or cars.. really something to read and reread.
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